I saw the title and the damsel’s top portions and thought “heh, yeah, I BET I know HOW they’re questing…” and the rest of it loaded. Yep. Subtlety, thy name is not UAI grads.

TBF, since all the women on that planet/civilization seem to be identical, getting some new DNA in that gene pool probably isn’t a bad idea.*

@Bruce, @THX: good questions.

@Raoul: I was trying to think of a funny way to indicate that concept. GSS!

No new news on the condition of my ankle. It’s still busted, and I’m still wearing a boot that weighs approximately 50 pounds (22.6 kg), or so it seems. It’s rather Mad-Max-esque.

*I had an interesting chat last week with the woman who’s in charge of swapping baboons between our local zoo and others to increase their genetic diversity. Also, she convinced her gynecologist to prescribe birth control for the baboons too, which isn’t a discussion you have every day.

The spaceship may be veering wildly out of control because Masked Lady #3 has broken off its communication antenna, and Maskless Lady #1 seems to have surreptitiously removed a crucial “O” ring, disguising it as a fashion accessory on her left index finger.

The incision itches a lot, so I periodically have to un-Velcro the bondage-esque straps to get the damn thing loose enough to scratch, then put it back on after the straps have stuck to themselves and everything else.

I am informed the damn thing only weighs 2.25 lb (just over a kilo) but this is clearly a lie. It looks pretty much like this, only all plastic, with hard plastic all around the foot and up each side to just below my knee, NO arch support, Klein-bottle-shaped inner cloth bits, and the aforementioned yards of Velcro straps.